Living In The Future: An Occasional Series

My personal communicator woke me at 6 this morning, and I gathered up the world-wide navigation speech-synthesiser and portable super-computer and drove our long-range transporter down the Hill Of Doom, whereupon I got a lift with the co-owner of the retreat into Hobart. Consulting my network-linked navigation system I found a car rental place. It was only when I went to sign up that I found I'd left my license behind! Fortunately, I spoke instantaneously at great distance to my Beloved, who was able to send a perfect facsimile directly to the office. While I waited, I sat in a cafe and ate food pills and Romulan ale until they called to let me know everything was in order, during which time I also published my experience to a world-wide network-linked audience.

The car, regrettably, does not fly. But you can't have everything.

Huon Ho!

The day improved dramatically once we had a car. We've found a mechanic who we can drop the Mazda off with, and who thinks it should be all fixed by Tuesday arvo. We went to the Huon Show, which the BatPup and the Boy Wonder loved without reservation. I think it will stand as the highlight of their entire holiday, in fact. Then we drove around Huon and checked out stuff. A much more relaxed day and consequently less argumentative all round. I suspect our dastardly EDoD is more of an empath than I give her credit for (I give her credit for being an autistic paranoid sociopath with a hair fetish, so she'd have to be, really) because she always picks up our stress levels and bounces them back.

Tomorrow it's off to Port Huon. We love this place! If only there were such a thing as a job market...